Something

I can't turn it off.  I can't stop thinking about yesterday and how it all went downhill so quickly.  I can't shut my thoughts down long enough to grab a few winks of sleep.  I'm tired.  God knows I am.  I know that I need to sleep because I've got a lot of things to do and very little time to do them.  When I moved from Colorado I promised myself that I wouldn't end up in this situation ever again.  That's what I get for making promises.  I want to be all spiritual and say that I'm just going to let go and let God, but I'm worried that even God isn't listening to me anymore.  That freaks me out more than I could ever express.